Dead Dong Ringer
Time stands still
Waiting for my child
To pick her up from her school.
Locked out
I’m no fool
Schools not meant to be cool.
Just another institution
Similar to a prison.
My constitution was made to rebel
For a cause
Less
Waiting around on top.
Never thought I’d glimpse a shadow of my former self -over the hill.
Curse these minutes.
Frozen into a state of blissful ignorance.
Wrapped up into a stationary kit.
Sigh
Sudden bowel movements
I feel ill.
Bad humour lost to a desolate sky.
Simmer into another ghetto outfit
Sparse Sunshine shimmer flecks
Until my skin unravels into motion.
For this moment
I’m not a suicide kid
Instead, I’m knocked out
By a dead dong ringer
Them there eyes
Catch sight of her eyes.
How they glimmer!
* inspired by the school run & national poetry day & Life
I’m genuinely happy to be alive. Not because life is perfect today but because I’m happy, humble and honest.
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Write to recover
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Create to recover
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Communicate to recover
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Connect to recover
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Collaborate to recover.
Posted on 2019-09-10, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged Emotions, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Family matters, MUSIC BLOG, MY WORLD, parenthood, stream of consciousness poetry, suicide awareness, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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